A/N: Bit of anti-Beck stuff here... started writing angsty Munch missing Liv and it turned into bashing Beck... felt good though. :D

I glance over at her desk. It hasn't been empty for a couple months now. Beck's settled in real nice, as is she doesn't expect her to come back. I've been tempted on more than one occasion to tell her how things go, that Liv's coming back and soon she'll be somewhere else. Maybe Narcotics. Then again, if she ever went undercover, she'd probably blow the whole thing. Course, she isn't really too great at Special Victims either. There's got to be a certain finesse, the kind Olivia has, but Beck... I don't think she has a heart.

She left me a note. Didn't tell me anything that I didn't already know. Nothing. It'd been stuck on the refrigerator, where she knew I would go sooner or later. She'd written my name in large black letters, trying to catch my attention. I'd gotten angry after reading it. Crumpled it up and threw it across the kitchen. Wasn't very satisfying, seeing as no noise was made and my shoulder did a couple pops and cracks in protest to the violent throw. Somehow, I managed to resist kicking the nearest thing, which happened to be the cabinet beneath the sink and I'm sure that would have left me with a bruised toe, at the very least.

So I simmered on the couch for a while, yelling at the stupidity of politicians and government in general. I got to thinking, irrationally, that Bush was behind the whole thing and if it weren't for him, Olivia wouldn't be gone.

I've since realized that it was stupid and childish of me, but at the time it felt damn good, adding another reason to hate Bush to my long list.

Back to Beck... she's got pictures up on her desk, has put new speed dial numbers in the phone, though a few are still the same. Cragen invited her to one of our bonding nights, but that didn't turn out too well. The whole thing was awkward and when we finally did get to talking, she and I got into an argument over none other than the man himself, Mr. President. There was more than one time when I felt Fin's restraining hand on my shoulder. I suppose the fervor in which I was debating things with her was fueled in part by my anger at her for replacing Olivia and for her behavior during my uncle's case.

That's another thing. If it weren't for her, I'm quite sure my uncle never would have become a murderer. Doesn't matter that he wasn't convicted. What does matter is Beck's utter stupidity. And during the whole thing, after I found out why he had killed the son of a bitch, all I could think was that Olivia would never have allowed that to happen.

And it was somewhere in there that I realized she needed to go. It was beyond my love for Olivia, beyond missing Olivia simply because she wasn't there. Olivia needed to come back because her replacement was an ass. Beck makes me realize how fine of a partner Cassidy was. I mean, sure, Brian had a bit of trouble with terminology, but that was easily fixed. And he had heart. He was a good kid. He was the kind of cop kids think about. Always good, always right and probably looked better than me in his uniform. But Beck... it seems as if she's in it for blood. Anyone's blood, you get in her way, she gets some of yours, too.

So, as I glance over at Olivia's desk (I can't bring myself to call it Beck's desk), I start thinking about all this, wondering when she's coming back, trying to remind myself that she will come back and Dani Beck will leave someday. Hopefully sooner rather than later.